Magnus had prepared everything himself for once. The karaoke machine was on the right wall, the bar on the left. He had hired the bartender; and he was the bouncers. He saved on costs by utilizing his skills whenever people got far more rowdy then they should be at a nice, completely legal party like his. He had a permit for the drinks served, although the lack of IDing might be a legal problem. Oh well, they didn't know about that. Well, they probably didn't. He didn't exactly ID who came in; the police commissars daughter might come in, and he'd know nothing about it. He knew few who came to his parties, even with all the socializing.
Magnus was wearing one of his nice coats, the one with real gold trimmings. It took quite a few missions of saving, but he had gotten the coat. There was couches and chairs placed everywhere, with stools at the bar numbering about 20. The karaoke machine was top of the line, with at least four mics wired to it, and a large screen. It had cost him big as well. His pocket was basically empty for this party, and he was okay with that. He would get all his money back, anyway, when he did more missions.
He needed to stop using the term mission. He took jobs, not missions. He wasn't a military guy anymore; well he never was. He was just a guy who excelled at violence who couldn't take violence seriously. He was just a guy standing in fancy clothing at about 8 in the afternoon waiting for people of all ages to come in and have a fun time. He had even set up the signs that pointed to it, stating that there was a party going on here.
If no one knew that there was a party going on, he'd be quite disappointed.
(sorry for short post, getting back into the whole RWBY RP thing)
Magnus was wearing one of his nice coats, the one with real gold trimmings. It took quite a few missions of saving, but he had gotten the coat. There was couches and chairs placed everywhere, with stools at the bar numbering about 20. The karaoke machine was top of the line, with at least four mics wired to it, and a large screen. It had cost him big as well. His pocket was basically empty for this party, and he was okay with that. He would get all his money back, anyway, when he did more missions.
He needed to stop using the term mission. He took jobs, not missions. He wasn't a military guy anymore; well he never was. He was just a guy who excelled at violence who couldn't take violence seriously. He was just a guy standing in fancy clothing at about 8 in the afternoon waiting for people of all ages to come in and have a fun time. He had even set up the signs that pointed to it, stating that there was a party going on here.
If no one knew that there was a party going on, he'd be quite disappointed.
(sorry for short post, getting back into the whole RWBY RP thing)